Am I the Asshole for Giving My Daughter a Haircut?
Jump to conclusions why don’t you? I did not lock her in a basement. I’m not a monster. We live in a tower.
Jump to conclusions why don’t you? I did not lock her in a basement. I’m not a monster. We live in a tower.
Our value option, the Chuckle Tier, includes smirks, knowing smiles, and obligatory chortles at the wisecracks of uncles.
I nearly turned it off three times. But if you just stick with it for episode two... that’s the juicy part.
Coming back to the question of spiders, are you afraid of spiders generally, or only “out of context”?
I’m not sure if you are aware that my hands were a little wet when the pickle jar was passed to me.
I’m not very good with computers, could you clarify what you mean by “you somehow attached your son to your previous email rather than your story”?
I’m going to call for an exorcist soon, and it just won’t do for her to be in her typical house-wear of leggings and a cozy sweater when he arrives.
No, of course not. It's no big deal. This happens to everyone. Right? Everyone has little involuntary muscle spasms sometimes.
Lower back pain that sets in after approximately half an hour of immobility.
After running out of per diem, your child will unwisely accept financial help from their Russian pen pal.
So where are you holding the wedding? Is it going to be in the sewers of Chicago?
What would you rather have: frugal parents who saved almost $2 a month, or documented proof that you experienced a childhood?